Ela Osaretin

"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage.
We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment.
For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage.
Today, I finally received his message:
"I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport."
When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend.
In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air.
Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken—to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again.
He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be.
"Aurora, come back. I regret everything!"
Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!

I arrived late to work the following day.


After the long night at the party and a sizzling night with Damon, I had almost canceled coming to work today but an important news needed to be broadcasted by me.


And I really didn’t like anyone taking my spot.


When I walked into the building, almost all the colleagues in the office hurried up to me.”


“Aurora, you're Manuel Dumont’s girlfriend, why didn't you say so earlier?"


“I watched the firework display that was set up in your honor. My God, if watching it online could look so beautiful, I wonder how seeing it in person would be. I haven’t seen those kind of fireworks before. It looked magical!”


“Aurora, we’re your colleagues. Why didn’t you invite us to your birthday party? We would have been honored to attend.”


This sudden compliment was not a surprise to me.


Because this morning, the number one trending topic in every media outlet was my birthday party and the incredible fireworks.


Chapter 90 Alma Sullivan